Zhou Qingrang had just finished washing up when Lu Sheng had already gone back to the bedroom to sleep. The lights were off, and she had her back to him. He moved quietly, and just as he lay down beside her, she leaned over.
She wasn't asleep, "Zhou Qingrang."
Zhou Qingrang embraced her, softly stroking her back, "Hmm."
Her voice was soft, "It's past midnight, it's my birthday."
Zhou Qingrang got up to turn on the light.
Lu Sheng pulled him back, "Don't turn on the lights." Her eyes were still red; if he turned them on, he would see.
"Okay, I won't turn them on." He lay back down and located her face in the moonlight leaking through the curtains. He bent down to kiss her, "Happy Birthday, Shengsheng."
Lu Sheng's eyes grew wet again, and she buried her head in the pillow, rubbing it, "I want a birthday present."
